"Get lost."
Zhou Jingyu roared, firing his gun wildly in the hope of scaring off the zombie dog, but to no avail. One clamped onto his shoulder, bringing him to the ground, where the others swarmed and tore at him savagely.
Seconds later, Zhou Jingyu's face was stripped of intact skin, a bloody mess, and he'd even lost an eyeball. Still, he didn't have the courage to commit suicide by swallowing his gun and was bitten to death alive.
Li Wenbo saw Tang Zheng speed past on a motorcycle, cursing under his breath. He, too, wanted to grab one, but alas, had no target in mind.
Because of Tang Zheng, the team kept growing, with many citizens joining in to flee for their lives.
The twenty-minute journey was filled with panic and unease. Just as everyone reached the suburbs and was about to leave Chicago, they were met with a heavy blow.
